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We Have A Winnah!

Two winners, actually.

Tiffany suggested that "Your Halloween costume is to be 1/2 man, 1/2 woman, and lefty is hangin' with the Y chromosome."

I like the way you think, Tiffany! You're also the closest to the truth.

AndreAnna wrote " You need your left hand because it is trained in some secret martial art in which you can choke/maim/mutilate a man twice your size and nails get in the way."

And that made me laugh.

So they both win a prize. I've sent them an e-mail about it, and should they accept what I have to give, I'll let all y'all know what it is.

The real story about the fingernails is after the jump.

Can You Guess...

Can You Guess..., originally uploaded by Alison.

...why I have these fake nails on my right hand and not my left? The best story gets a prize that I have yet to determine.

Deluxe Diner, Crystal City

Deluxe Diner, Crystal City, originally uploaded by Alison.

This is where we ate brunch this morning.

Pretty Cool

This afternoon Allan and I walked to Rite Aid for a couple of things.

Just as we finished at the cash register, I saw a young man walk in the door. He was looking straight at me, and I knew exactly what he was going to ask.

"Can I ask you a random question? Is your name Alison?"

I smiled and said yes. I knew who the guy was even before he introduced himself to us.

He's one of our Flickr contacts.

Flickr is cool. So is Lexington.

Waiting

That's me. Just waiting. We're still tired from our killer party last weekend, and we're going to a wedding this weekend.

And I'm just waiting. I mean, this has all been fun, but I am looking forward to next week.

Off To Bed

Allan and I hosted a party this weekend. Three days. Twenty-eight people.

More later. I gotta go to bed.

Bullets

• The root canal this morning wasn't so bad. It'll be finished up November 8th.
• I can't WAIT.
• I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love. It's excellent, and that's not just because I can relate to the author's trials.
• This weekend is going to be a doozy. The University of Kentucky's football team will welcome Florida. After last weekend's win over LSU in three overtime periods, it's bound to be an exciting game.
• No, I did not just admit that I enjoy college football.
• That's about all I've got right now; too much un-bloggable stuff is happening.
• Sorry for the bullets.
• Wait. No, I'm not.
• Got anything fun to say?

Sitting Still

Trying to find the quiet part of my brain.

Is there even one?

Dough

Dough, originally uploaded by Alison.

Reflets Cuivrés

Reflets Cuivrés, originally uploaded by Alison.

I had my hair done today, and asked for both blonde and copper highlights. It's October, don'tcha know.

Craving

Noodles. I want noodles.

And not just any noodles. I want glass noodles. Cellophane noodles. Korean noodles.

So Allan and I went to the local Korean joint, but instead of ordering chap che, we got the special. And I cannot for the life of me remember its name. It's not on the menu, see. Anyway, what sold me was the description: clear noodles, veg, seafood, beef, and pork. I imagined an embellished chap che.

When I ordered the special, I was told it was big, $23, and we could share. So we did. And the noodles were huge. Wide. Flat. Quivering. They were also hiding underneath a beautiful arrangement of julienned vegetables, beef, egg, squid, shrimp, crab meat. Our server showed us how to pour on the mustard sauce and mix everything together before starting to eat.

It was delicious. But it wasn't cellophane noodles. I might have to go back for some chap che this weekend.

Crikey

I am falling apart. I just lost a tiny piece of a filling a few minutes ago. OK, so this particular filling is about 20 years old, but still. Good thing I have to see the dentist again after my root canal next week. (Wednesday morning! 9 o'clock! $825!)

Yeah, I have to see my dentist again after the root canal so that she can put the porcelain crown on. I've been to see her, what, six or seven times this year?

Hot Pink For The Cure

Tour Eiffel Rose, originally uploaded by Alison.

This is a keychain I bought in Paris a while back. It's something I've been meaning to photograph, but this month's Passionately Pink For The Cure seemed to be the perfect opportunity.

I used Allan's camera, as it had the macro lens already on it.

The other photos I've posted to the group can be seen here and here. And here, too.

A Pre-Coffee Pear

A Pre-Coffee Pear, originally uploaded by Alison.

It's a little blurry, because I'm a little blurry before my morning dose of java.

Uh Huh

I need a root canal, have had the numbers of three excellent endodontists in town since Monday, but have I called any of them?

Nope. Bok bok bok bokaw!

In the meantime, I've been filling my days as I usually do. Today there was a twist, however. And that's all I'm going to say about that. And oh, cheezus, get your mind out of the gutter.

Unfortunately I haven't had any memorable, bloggable moments lately, unless you count the interminable wait at the post office yesterday. There were about seven or eight people in front of me, and two employees. And then one of the employees just up and pissed off to somewhere. By that time there were about five more people behind me. Ten minutes later, the employee came back. And I was thinking, WTF?

And then this afternoon, while at my friend A's house, I sifted lavender sugar. She was making lavender heart cookies, and had cured lavender in sugar (Duh! -ed.). And the bigger chunks of herb needed to be sifted out of the sugar. Let me tell you, sifting enough sugar to get 2/3 cup (150g) through a tiny sieve is, um, time consuming. But I love A, so I did it gladly. Well, on the condition that I get some of the lavender hearts, of course.

So that's pretty much it. I still haven't finished the steps, but the risers are about ready to be painted. Yeah, I know. A three-, maybe four-day project, and I haven't finished it. Pulling out thousands of staples — I exaggerate not — put me off the project for a while. And it's not too urgent. The kids aren't here to go upstairs; that's where their bedrooms are. And so I've been dicking around, getting massages and being contemplative. September was not as productive a month as I meant it to be. But that's okay.

October is here. The end of the month promises to be exciting. The beginning, as well.

Oh, By The Way

I do need a root canal.

Woman in The Mirror Of An Old Ford Truck

Woman in The Mirror Of An Old Ford Truck, originally uploaded by Alison.

'Tis a self-portrait, natch.